You’ve come across us on a most dichotomous day.  An evening of extremes.  A struggle of sides.  A paragraph where I run out of synonyms for “day,” apparently.

Upon the stage of the Eurasia Gallery, Gavin’s noble, but delicate quills are being mangle, MAULED…but only in the hopes of bringing Ai’s ambitious (if ill-executed) drawing to life!

Woe betide us this day!  Is it better to master only one thing, but live long in its pursuit?  Or die in the task of trying strange, but for the sake of helping another achieve their dreams?  WOE BETIDE US!  WOOOOOOOOOE!

Fainting Onto a Chaise Lounge,
Seanathan Taylorton Esquire III